Paula stood at the edge of the clearing, morning light filtering through ancient oaks. At thirty-nine, she felt more herself than ever — less inclined toward the world’s small expectations, more drawn to what the Holy Nature community called “unveiled truth.”
Chapter 1.22 — Midsummer Threshold
As she unpinned her sarong and let it fall, the breeze greeted her like an old friend. Around her, others did the same — no gaze lingered; no shame followed. They were simply people standing in the grace of the woods, celebrating another trip around the sun.